Authoress Note: Story takes place in the future. Some event changes will be explained in thoughts and all that jazz, so if you get confused, I apologize ahead xD

Authoress Extra Note: Not much for me to really say here, except Istill am amazed this thing is this , seriously! When I thought this out, I didnt plan for ALL thisxD Ah well it's a new experience really. I know what I can and can't work with a littlemroe now, and thats always a plus for a fanfic writer. So... WooT!

Big hug and thanks to cedricsowner! You're such a sweetie to put up with my story! You give me the energy and readiness to continue on to the next chapter! Huzzah to you!

July 20th, 2016

He had to be breaking about fifty traffic laws by now. But Chance wasn't going to berate him for it. If he was feeling the same way he knew his friend must be feeling, then he would also be as wild and upset, forgetting about his own safety.

Guerrero was gripping the wheel so hard, Chance was surprised it hadn't broken or been crushed yet. His knuckles were white and hands shaking slightly, as they whipped off the main exit road of the city, and made their way down a small side road, before spotting Pine Street and whipping down it. Chance was glad when he slowed down. A lot of kids lived in this neighborhood... Guerrero's boy included.

Thinking of his son, Chance saw Guerrero glance at his house as he passed it. The t-ball set was up along with his slip-n-slide. That kid had everything he could need it seemed. He was a good kid, too. Smart, well-mannered, and a bit mischief like any ten-year-old boy would be. It always amused and startled Chance how much he looked like Guerrero when he'd get that mischief glint and grinned.

"Have you been to see them since his birthday?" Chance asked as they approached Harry and Olivia's house. "No, dude," he answered, his voice strained. He was pissed. Ames going missing was getting to him. It was her leaving all over again. Only this time, Ames truly could be in some serious trouble.

As they pulled into the driveway, Chance found Harry and Olivia sitting on the porch. Harry helped her up as they walked across the driveway to meet Chance, while Guerrero walked over to Ames's car after pulling his tackle box out of the trunk. Olivia hugged Chance tight, and he could see the tears gleaming in her eyes. "She was suppose to head home, Chance.. I didn't.. .We didn't hear anything... Oh God..."

Harry put a comforting arm around her and ushered her back to the porch to sit down, whispering soothingly to her, before jogging over to them, tripping slightly. "I didn't- I didn't touch anything. Nothing... But I did look... I didn't find anything, though-" Harry began to ramble about where he had and hadn't looked. Chance watched Guerrero pull on some gloves and go to work on Ames's car, searching for clues.

On the steps of the simple suburban home, Olivia covered her face with her hands, shaking. Chance pat Harry on the shoulder and pointed her way, before the male quickly ran to her side and sat beside her, rubbing her back. Chance had to admit that Harry may be a klutz and may have gotten them into more trouble than they needed... But he was a good husband.

He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the man so nervous than the time he wanted to propose to her. It had taken Winston, Guerrero, and himself hours via earpiece to help him through the dinner to ask her. The answer to his proposal had been a squeal and sound of passionate kissing, before they'd all turned off their earpieces, knowing full well what the night was going to be for Harry and Olivia.

Watching the two a little longer, Chance smiled slightly, before turning to jog over to the vehicle, seeing Guerrero shut his tackle-box with a loud and hard slam. His arm was across the top of the car, his head resting against his arm, as he shook. Chance didn't have time to stop him, as Guerrero's fist made hard contact with the window of Ames's car, cracking the glass.

Chance winched, but said nothing, letting his friend simmer down, before he reached out and pat him on the shoulder. "Silas trained her, Guerrero... I know you dont like him, but he's good at what he does and Ames is much better at handling herself and situations. She'll be alright, man..."

He wanted to say he promised, but remained silent. Shouldn't promise something you weren't sure you could keep. Katherine had been an example of that.

o0o

Ames struggled. She struggled as much as she could in the cold, hard chair, frustrated and, though she hated to admit it, scared. She wasn't sure how long it had been since the men who had captured her had woken her. It could have been hours, maybe days or even a few seconds. She didn't know. In the dark of the blindfold, time seemed to be lost.

She was tired. She wanted to sleep. But she couldn't. Sleeping could be dangerous. She needed to stay alert and ready. She didn't know who these guys were or what exactly they wanted, but she had a feeling that it was something she really didn't want to know.

A shuffling sound caused her head to snap up and her body to tense, her thoughts dashed away with each clap of feet on hard floor. Ames let her ears help her follow the movement of her visitor, as they came to a firm stop in front of her, sounding as if they were a mere foot from her. She tried to keep her breathing calm, as she sat straight and stiff, waiting.

"You know I'm very proud of you, miss Ames," the man from before spoke, Ames's eyes narrowing behind the blind. "You haven't made any annoying noises or even tried to really escape and cause me trouble. I'm very pleased... You deserve a reward I believe... Yes, that's what you deserve. Eddie, would you do the honors?"

Ames heard heavy shuffling behind her and inwardly cursed. Where had they come from? She stiffened to stone as she felt hand brush against the back of her scalp, waiting for some kind of pain or worse, only to blink in surprise, as the blind was removed from her eyes and she was able to slowly adjust to the brighter, though not by much, room.

Not surprising, she was in what appeared to be an old warehouse. It was spacious and the lighting was dull and almost painfully bad for the eyes. Around her, she found old, to new, cameras and equipment along with all kinds of stage and set props and even whole sets still intact. Before her, the cleanest of the many sets, was what appeared to be a bedroom... A familiar looking bedroom, actually... But she couldn't place the set.

"Better? I do apologize for keeping you sightless, but I had to see how you were going to behave. I can't reward those who act out and show an intent to harm me even if they can't see me. I am pleased you passed my little test." Ames took in the new form before her. He was a man of average height and weight, though she could make out some muscle under his nicely pressed dark red shirt with tan pants and nice dark brown shoes. His hair was a dark black with a bit of gray and white salted here and there on his sides. His eyes were a piercing green, and even though he was smiling, it didn't reach his eyes.

His smile widened as he stepped closer, hands shoved calmly in his front pockets. "Afraid I've forgotten my manners. Forgive me, we haven't been properly introduced, have we? My name is Elliot J. Grant. Elliot for short. No need for over formalities, right?" Ames remained silent, allowing Elliot to ramble as she silently took in her surroundings once more, hoping now she could find a way to escape.

"It's very rude to look away from someone when they're talking to you," Amesc grunted as suddenly, her chin was roughly grabbed and her face was forced back to look at Elliots, his smile calm and cool, as he sighed, holding her jaw bruisengly tight. "Now miss Ames, please. I'd hate to regret my generous gift of allowing you to see. If you can't cooperate, I'm afraid you will be punished."

Ames glared daggers at the man, before she spit, hitting him straight in the eye, feeling smug... Only to regret her decision, as, with surprising and dangerous speed, Elliot's hand whipped out and, with his knuckles, he slammed them across her face, splitting her lip with the gold band on his right knuckle, her head snapping to the side from the force of the impact. "That was very un-ladylike, miss Ames. I suggest you not do that again."

The calm of his voice from earlier wavered just slightly, as Ames sputtered, spitting the blood from her mouth,wincing as she felt more blood pool from her nose. Fuck... That hurt. Her bangs fell in her face as she glared, her lip and nose bleeding as she slowly turned her head to face him once again, breathing a little heavily now.

"Good girl," Elliot exclaimed, his calm demeanor returning. Definitely unstable this one. "Now please dont give me that look. This isn't your fault. Your just with the wrong person at the wrong time I'm afraid. Your convenient. I mean, if it wasn't you, it was going to be the ex-cop. Of course he's possibly dead after my boys left him in that alleyway dumpster." Ames's eyes widened and her heart dropped to her stomach. Winston... No!

"No!" Ames exclaimed, horror on her blood coated face. "No, what did you do to hi-Aah!"She was cut mid rant by another forceful snap across her other side, her lip being cut by her teeth this time, her cheek smarting and possibly now bruised. Her eyes watered slightly, but she held back the tears. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "Shouldn't interrupt miss Ames," Elliot sighed, wiping her blood on a wash cloth handed to him by Archie.

"Boys? Is the everything set up? I'm afraid we don't have time to prep miss Ames for her big debut in her first small role," Elliot asked, his eyes slowly roaming over Ames's form, before he turned to look at the twin thugs. Archie nodded. "Yeah, boss. We gots everything all set up for yas. Just gotta pop in the film and hit record."

Eddie jutted his thumb to the set. "Want us to get her set up over there boss?" Elliot clapped his hands happily, and grinned. "That would be most helpful of you, boys... And perhaps you could give miss Ames a new look. I'm afraid she's too... Covered and clean for this role."

A sickening grin spread across Eddie and Archie's face as Ames felt her heart drop from her stomach and out her body, as they leered down at her. "We'd love to, boss," Eddie cackled before reaching to roughly grab Ames by her hair.

o0o

In an alleyway of San Francisco, a block from the office, the large, familiar, form of Laverne Winston lay covered in trash, dirt, and blood, propped up against a wall behind a large black trashcan, gun gripped tightly in his large hands, as his vision blackened in and out.

Across from him, about a few scoots away, was his phone. He tried to move to reach out for it, but his vision swam and once again he would pass out. His head hurt and his body felt broken. The thugs from before were as tall and large as him and had thrown him damn hard down the alleyway before they had shot him, hitting his arm and knocking him off balance into the wall on the other side of the old dumpster.

They must have thought him dead, for they hadn't thought to come and grab him and drag them away while they could. He could feel his arm throbbing, feel the warm blood trickle from the bullet womb. It wasn't bad, but he was loosing a lot of blood. If not for that blow to the head, he'd be at his phone to call for help.

They had caught him off guard. He had parked his vehicle a block away and had been two steps from his parking spot, when he'd been roughly grabbed. He'd fought them off, his old training from his time on the force rusty but still intact from his years with Chance and Guerrero, as the thugs gave him a rough up. He'd went to draw his gun as they'd wrestled into the alleyway,only for one of the assholes to catch him with a bullet.

"Ah fuck! You weren't suppose to kill him, Archie ya idiot! Boss is gonna be pissed! We were suppose to get the girl and the big guy! Boss aint gonna like this," one of the men snapped, kicking his feet and cussing as the other one whined and apologized. "Sorry, Eddie! But he was gonna try ta shoot us! It was an accident! I wasn't trying to kill him!"

Eddie had continued his cursing, before ordering his brother to follow him. "Someone might have heard that shot! I dont wanna deal with the cops, come on!" And after that, they'd left. He wasn't sure how long ago that was, but that didn't matter. He had to get up! He had to call Chance!

Using what strength he could muster, Winston pushed from the wall, pushing past the constant blurring and blackening of his vision, as he reached with shaking fingers to grasp at the cell-phone, gripping it tightly as he opened it up and hit the number one, sighing in relief when he heard the Chance's voice.

R & R

Poor Winston! Why must I torture you? I mean you already had the bad experience with "The Bearded Man"! You don't need this!... Well yes you do for the story, but I still feel bad.

And poor Ames... It's about to just get worse. And I know I said the rating would change this chapter, but its gonna change next chapter everyone!